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Let me start off by saying I hate that I wrote this and I hate that you want to read it. But since it is already in your hand and I already wrote it, have at it. Go ahead read this pathetic story-no confession- of a loveless man. I have nothing to fill up my empty heart. I feel so alone even when im with my friends. Why? They are ass holes, everyone is. Every human being on this planet strives to better further themselves. I could care less for what they do for me if all they want is for me to owe them. I hate them. I hate my family. I go home to a place I left too fast and just waste away on a couch. It’s a boring life, it’s a simple life, it’s the good life. Ha. The only member of my family I can say I never hated was my cat, but now he is dead and so is every reason I would want to go home. They took my room away. Gave me a closet. Gave me a closet in my sisters room. I hate it. But I love it here. Away from home, away from the bullshit that comes with just walking through an open door. I stay here. Hope? Hope for what? I have hope because there is always a chance, but chances never work out for me. Im loveless. I have no definition of that word or what it means, though I want to. She is the reason I drink. A chance. Tip up a bottle and everything makes you feel alive. It keeps even the coldest person warm. Too warm to the idea that maybe someday she could want me same as I want her. I long for her touch to enter my heart, but the more I wish, the more hope falls out the window. So now I sit here and type my heart out onto a computer screen for no reason? What is the reason? Does this help me get by? At this point in my life I just coast by and hope for something good to happen for me some day.

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